Seattle can be a fun place, it turns out. Thousands of people gather indoors to shout loud enough to register as an earthquake while a local football team, named after a scavenging bird, runs up and down a plastic carpet.

It’s impressive, coming from a city best known for buggy software and jets with sardine-can seating. Seattle is living the moment, the few days and hours left before its Seahawks lose to the favored Forty Niners.

It’s a match-up in every respect. Our tattooed and sulky Colin Kaepernick faces the overrated, school-boy-sized quarterback Russell Wilson. The coaches have a famous feud going. An earlier game, which we suspect San Francisco deliberately lost to stoke Seattle’s ambitions, is amp-ing up the energy.

But the Sunday match-up is clash of cultures, too. It’s breezy Twitter versus lumbering Microsoft. Our burritos, Chinese takeout and white wine will easily defeat a locale built on smelly fish, red apples and Rainier ale. Look out the window, America. Our Google drones can easily whip the pokey fliers Amazon is sending up. It’s sunny here and most likely not in that misty corner of the national map. How did this game get on our schedule?

If the Seahawks take flight before kickoff, we’re happy to suggest a substitute contest. We’ll draft the cream of our cannabis club staff — you should see the bouncers outside our pot clubs — and field a team against Seattle’s government-authorized weed outlets. These hardy San Francisco guardians — much like our early-days Forty Niners — are the real deal. So are our earthquakes.